Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Crime,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.